It's notable as one of the few bridges across the Mississippi in the area. The bridge makes it a border town and, just as some border towns in the old... days offered up items and services not to be found in the neighboring state did then, this town had a few entertainment establishments to offer traveling adults. First among them was the local whorehouse. Nothing fancy, just a small hotel where you could get a hot meal, a room with a soft bed and a good fucking, or sucking, or whatever you liked. The raven haired beauty stopped for a moment to pluck the shining metal from the cobble when her hand was captured by another. ‘Oh!’ She exclaimed, pausing for a moment and gazing transfixed at the large calloused fingers cupping her own small digits. Harriet made the mistake of looking from the hand covering hers, to the features of its owner. She was immediately held in the intense gaze of a beautiful, olive skinned man, whose fiery amber eyes seem to strip her to her very soul. His raging. I always held out, just to tease him. He knew I was a slut ... but he didn't know that I was a completely filthy dirty cheap loose fuck ANYTHING sleazy kind of slut. He had made me suck off other guys and double teamed me a few times. But I knew he wanted more and I had made a deal with him - if he wants more, I'll let it out for our wedding and would not hold back at all."Really? Not hold back at all?" he had said with a devious grin, "How far is that?" You'll just have to wait and see. You. I was woken the a loud clap of thunder which shook the house. Looking over in his bed Steve was fast asleep. I went up from and found Tom, Steve's dad watching TV still. He asked why I was up. I told him about my fear of lightning. A look of concern came over his face. Holding his arms out, Tom motioned for me to come to him.Sitting on his lap, Tom wrapped his arms around me. As I laid against him, he rubbed my back. As he moved his hand I could feel my shirt riding up. His warm hand felt good.